Page 61 of Heartsick & Lipsticks
SKYE
My handsand back rested against the wall as I caught my breath after the most earth-shattering climax of my life. The last time I’d had sex, I was eighteen, and I didn’t remember it feeling like this. I didn’t remember being consumed by my release. I was never this responsive. I wondered if the reason this was so much better was because I was older and knew my body better. But I doubted that.
The reason this was so much better had to be because of Nick’s prowess. Not that his numbers automatically made him a better lover. But he clearly cared about giving his partner pleasure before taking any himself.
My body shuddered with an aftershock as Nick rose to his feet, wrapped his arms around me, and lifted me off the ground. Automatically, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent. He’d taken off his jacket before we got into the car. On the short drive to the hotel, he’d removed his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing his tattoos. His deliberate movements served as a seductive teaser. Watching him out of the corner of my eye from the passenger seat had built anticipation for what was in store.
He was still dressed in his crisp white button-down shirt and black slacks. The friction of the fabric rubbing against my bare skin caused my entire body to tingle with awareness. Being carried by him and held in his arms was its own form of intoxicating foreplay. The fleeting nature of this encounter was at the forefront of my mind. I was determined to be present. I wanted to absorb and retain every second of being with Nick.
He laid me down gently on the mattress and rose up, hovering above me. Intensity flared in his indigo gaze as he cupped my face gently and reverently. His breath fanned my mouth before he pressed his lips to mine. I could taste myself on his tongue as the kiss deepened. He made love to my mouth, just as he had my sex, sparking my arousal once again.
Wanting more of him, wanting to feel his skin against mine, my hands roamed down the hard planes of his muscular back and tugged his shirt out of his pants. I hadn’t gotten very far before he stood and began undressing a lot faster than my attempt.
My mouth watered as he nimbly unbuttoned his shirt while staring down at my naked body. I would have expected to feel self-conscious under his hungry gaze, but instead I felt desired. When he undid the button on his trousers, my pulse quickened, and I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or anticipation. Maybe both. I hadn’t been with anyone in fifteen years. I was having a difficult time believing it was happening now.
He pushed his pants down and off. When he stood, his erection proudly jutted out from his body. And what a body it was. I’d seen him shirtless several times before, but never like this. Now, not only could I look at him, I could touch him. That knowledge had my sex clenching with need. He moved back onto the bed, and my legs spread in silent invitation.
His hands moved to my hips as he pressed soft kisses along my belly and crawled up my body. I thought that I’d feel self-conscious about my stretch marks, but I didn’t. The way he touched me, looked at me, and kissed me made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. I understood now why women would leave their Easter egg lipsticks.
When his mouth reached my breasts, his lips clamped down over my nipple and his teeth nipped my extended nub. A shock of sensations erupted straight between my legs. I arched my back as my fingers curled into fists, grasping the comforter. His tongue licked the area that he’d just bit before he kissed it gently.
As much as I was enjoying the foreplay, every cell in my body was screaming for him to be inside of me. I’d missed that sort of connection more than I’d realized. Now that I was on the precipice of it happening, urgency raged inside of me.
He bit my nipple again, this time with a little more force, sending a lightning bolt of bliss straight to my core. I gasped and my hips rolled. The motion caused my sex to rub against his rock-hard shaft that was nestled between my legs.
“Please,” I begged. “I want you inside of me.”
My bold request caused his entire body to tense as he hissed through clenched teeth. He cursed as he pushed himself to an upright position, resting back on his heels. His muscular thighs between mine caused my legs to spread open even wider. He had a condom in his hand. I hadn’t seen him grab it, but I assumed he must have when he undressed. I watched as he ripped the package apart with his teeth. I watched as he stroked himself once before rolling the protection down his thick manhood.
Lying on my back, totally exposed, with my legs apart, watching his hand grip his impressive girth caused my sex to pulse with need. I loved seeing the evidence of his arousal. His straining cock was physical proof that he wanted this to happen just as much as I did.
He shifted so that he was once again hovering above me. His forehead rested on mine. I could feel his rock-hard shaft throbbing as it pressed against my core.
“How long has it been?” The gravelly vibrato in his voice caused me to have an ear-gasm. Waves of pleasure rolled through me.
“Years.” I wasn’t sure why I was so shy about admitting the amount of time that I’d gone without sex. It wasn’t like I was ashamed of it. I was already feeling off balance, and it felt like making that confession would be too real. Too intimate. Which was ridiculous since I’d just stood totally nude with his face buried between my legs as I came on his mouth.
His chest vibrated with a deep groan as he balanced the weight of his body on one forearm while reaching his other hand between our bodies. My eyes lowered and I watched as he took himself in his hand and rubbed the head of his cock along the seam of my sex. I could feel my inner walls contracting in an attempt to suck him inside of me.
Urgency unlike anything I’d ever felt before surged inside of me. My nails dug into the flesh of his muscled shoulders as he continued teasing me with his tip.
“Please.” My voice was so hoarse and so desperate that I barely recognized it.
“I just want to make sure you’re ready.” His gritty tone revealed he was equally strained.
“I am,” I assured him, tilting my hips up.
I wasn’t sure if it was my movement or his acquiescence, but I felt the sting of pleasure as his engorged head pushed past the barrier of my entrance. I sucked in a sharp breath as my nails gripped his shoulders. My eyes closed as I focused on the foreign sensation. It had been so long since I’d felt any of this. A touch. A kiss. The heat of someone’s breath. The weight of their body above me. The pressure of their body inside of me.
Tears filled my eyes from the sheer overwhelm of what was happening. I’d told myself that I didn’t need sex, and obviously I hadn’t. But now that I was doing it again, I wasn’t sure how I’d lasted so long without it.
His body tensed as he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I replied breathlessly.
“Skye, look at me,” he demanded.
My lids opened to find him staring down at me. A storm of care and concern raged in his ocean-blue gaze.
